Date: TC1853.10.10–12
Location: Seven Peaks — Luminous Haven / Verdant Spire
Autumn came to Seven Peaks the way grief came to old soldiers — quietly, persistently, impossible to ignore once you noticed.
The maples on the lower slopes had turned first. Deep crimson bleeding into the canopy like spilled paint, spreading upward through the foothills until the entire western face of Peak Three looked like it was on fire in the morning light. The higher elevations followed slower — amber and gold creeping through the forest in no particular hurry, as if the mountains themselves had decided that winter could wait.
